Fog

I don't know exactly what it is -
It doesn't ever seem to fall apart all at once,
Thread by thread it's tearing
Like the faded knees of her blue jeans.
Heads turn in half-shame
As half-truths replace the infatuation phase.
I'm too scared to admit
what used to be her constant support,
Is now a hole
Shaded grey to disguise itself
Into the crumbling ash buildings
that make up my love

I think back to how my heart
Would turn in circles
When she would sing in her car.
Now I'm left grasping for simple answers
As we sit in tense silence.

Eyes avoided,
While secrets and old habits are stealing
Back to the surface.

Excuses made,
Worry stains the back of my throat
With a bitter taste like copper

The lights in her eyes dim when she sees me;
I'm gone in her eyes already.
I'm just the fog she's wading through